Now, therefore, take I pray thee, thy weapons, thy quiver and thy bow, and go out to the field, and catch for me game;
Against him, whiz the arrows of the quiver, the flashing head of spear and javelin;
Yea, Elam, beareth the quiver, With trams of men, and horsemen, - And, Kir, hath uncovered the shield.
Its quiver, is like an open sepulchre, - They all, are heroes:
How happy the man who hath filled his quiver with them! They will not be ashamed, but will speak with enemies in the gate.
And he made my mouth, like a sharp sword, In the shadow of his hand, he concealed me, - And made of me a polished arrow, In his quiver, he hid me;